I just got back from an expedition to the North Pole. I've always wanted to find Santa's workshop, and watch the elves as they made the toys for all the world's children. Unfortunately, I never located that magical place. Maybe you really do have to be a child, or at least see with the eyes of a child, to find that magical place. But, at least, I did get enough fresh air to last me a good while. I still haven't shook off the chill, however.
Amazingly enough, Albert managed to take care of Eddie while I was gone. Eddie seemed no worse for wear, but he did act awfully happy to see me. And the place was fairly well trashed. I'm still working on getting it back to relatively normally messy state.
Anyroad, if there is a lesson to be learned from my trip up North, other than it's very cold up there, it's that we have to learn to all be our own small versions of Santa Claus. Not just for ourselves and those close to us, but for all those who need it. And I'm not talking about just material things and money. I personally don't have anything much that I can give. Except what is really important, which is the warmth of heart, the kindness of word and deed, and the sharing of what makes us human, our capacity for love.
So. On this eve of Christmas Eve, I wish you all well, and hope that this holiday season touches your hearts and spirits.
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